My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 67

"morning!"

"Morning, Lawyer Lin."

Lin Haitang walked into Zhongtian Law Firm and came to his office.

Just as he put down his briefcase and picked up a document on the table, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the corner of the bookshelf behind him.

After thinking about it, she turned on her phone and clicked on an app that looked like a camera...

Soon after……

Lin Haitang walked out of her office, looked up at the spherical monitor in the corner of the ceiling with a strange expression, and then came to the front desk of the company.

"Lawyer Lin, what's the matter?" The girl at the front desk saw Lin Haitang approaching, stood up and asked.

"Xiaowen, I want to ask, has Lawyer Han come to the company today?"

"Oh! Lawyer Han, she came to the company very early in the morning. When I arrived, I happened to meet her just going out to meet clients.

What's the matter, Lawyer Lin, are you looking for Lawyer Han? "

"Oh, it's okay. It's nothing important. I'll contact her myself later."

"Good lawyer Lin."

……

On the other hand, after the meeting.

Old Zhang blew on the wolfberries in the thermos and squinted at Meng Lang.

"Concentration has improved, I thought you were about to lose your temper just now."

"Uncle Zhang, it's not that I don't want to get mad, it's mainly because the person I want to get mad at didn't come today, the sword is empty, and I feel sorry for my husband."

"Hey! Your wings are really hard. Those who know think you have made a list, and those who don't know think you have already ranked first in sales!

Where are the customers who are fooling around?Finally got the hang of it? "

"What is fooling around, Uncle Zhang, you know me. I've always preferred to seek from the straight rather than seek from the melody! We are simply taking what we need." Meng Lang called Qu.

"Everyone gets what they need? What did you give them?"

"A big pie."

"Hehe! That's not called cheating."

"Then tell me, Jiang Taigong also painted a big cake for King Wen when he was fishing, and Zhuge Liang was right, and didn't he also painted a big cake for Liu Bei. These are all targeted! Can it be considered a fool?"

"Jiang Taigong? Zhuge Liang? You haven't seen me in the past few days, do you think you are very high?
Then Mr. Meng, tell the old man, after you make this list, what's your opinion? "

"I can't talk about high opinions, but I have a little experience."

"tell me the story."

"Uncle Zhang, it's better to seek from the straight than to the melody. What are the next two sentences? It's not for Jinlin, only for the king and the lord!
I suddenly realized that I had always chosen the wrong strategic route for insurance, and the high-end route was the way to take off in my career. "

"High-end route? How about a high-end method?" Lao Zhang looked at the other party suspiciously.

"For example, I know a rich woman who is worth billions. Firstly, I want to swipe my favorability, and then ask her to buy an insurance worth hundreds of thousands. That should be as innocuous as buying a snack on the street, right?

I have a clear conscience no matter whether it is about the heart or the wheel, and I have neither violated the law nor violated the rules. Is it perfect? "

"You use the 'for example' well. With such a rich woman, I also want to increase my favorability." Uncle Zhang squinted at him.

"Is that right? Sure enough, heroes see the same thing!"

"It's a fart! If you want to meet a rich woman on the road, and she can buy you snacks casually, then I advise you not to resign, and it's better to just sit on the street and wait for rabbits!" Lao Zhang scolded with a smile.

"Hey! Originally, I really didn't want to do it anymore, but you said that Manager Wang is like this, and I don't stay to see the ending. It seems that I don't respect the old leader."

"You! Alas! So, it's the bad nature of young people to love to watch the excitement..."

"Uncle Zhang, put back the smile at the corner of your mouth a little bit, it seems unsteady."

"Go, go, go! I said, have you found a next family? Don't just like to imitate other people's 'naked words'!"

"I already have a goal. To tell you the truth, Uncle Zhang, this company ranks among the top five in the domestic industry, with assets worth hundreds of billions. What do you think?"

"Top five in China? Assets of hundreds of billions? Hmm! It sounds good, China Life also meets this requirement, so are you planning to switch to the Pacific Ocean this time?"

"Pfft! Do you think I can only do insurance all the time?"

"That's not true, maybe you can try to be a security guard or a cleaner?"

"...can you give me some positive energy chicken soup?"

"No, I found out that you have been a little drifting lately, kid? You know how ambitious you are every day, and you are either a rich woman or a billionaire in your mind.

You can't do insurance well, do you still think that others will let you be the CEO?
Even if I do it for you, the company may go bankrupt in less than two years! "

emm...

Uncle Zhang, although what you said was heart-wrenching, but it was to the point, and I couldn't refute it...

The cruel reality is that the vast majority of people in the world are mediocre.

They try their best all their lives, just to live a relatively mediocre life.

Meng Lang didn't belong to the category of genius. He didn't have meticulous thinking, he didn't have tactful means, and sometimes he was a little too naive.

Putting aside an "autobiography" that can see through life.

He is just an ordinary person who is a little bit educated, likes to fantasize, and has a slightly more positive outlook.

"Uncle Zhang, you're right, so I've been working hard to settle myself recently, such as reading more." Meng Lang said seriously.

Countless mediocrities superimposed together...should be some kind of genius, right?
After all, the three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, aren't they?
"Okay, I don't care how you settle down, do you know what day is next week?"

"Next week?" Meng Lang thought about it suspiciously, and asked a little uncertainly, "Your birthday?"

"Pfft!" Lao Zhang spat out a mouthful of wolfberry tea!

He glared at Meng Lang, "Ching Ming Festival next week!"

"Uh..." This is embarrassing.

"You said you, why mention this if you have nothing to do?" Meng Lang laughed dryly.

"I'm reminding you on behalf of Lao Meng, if you have nothing to do, go back to worship your ancestors next week! Father and son, can you not let me be an outsider as a microphone?"

"Did my dad send you a message?"

"Otherwise? Your old Meng family's surname is engraved on my ancestral grave?" Old Zhang gave him a blank look.

"Why don't you just tell me?" Meng Lang muttered.

"Tell me? With your bad temper, good things will eventually turn into bad things!"

"Then why didn't my mother tell me?"

"Your mother really wants you to go back, but she always says that the transportation is inconvenient and the road is far away. If you don't have to worry about it, you can save it. Isn't it because you are reluctant to run back and forth?
It's strange that she can speak!

According to your old Meng's original words, your mother almost wanted to move the ancestral graves to Suzhou City every Qingming Festival. "

rash:"……"

……

After walking out of the company, Meng Lang sighed slightly.

"It's been so long since I've been out, it's really time to go home and have a look..."

Thinking of the smiling and busy figure of his mother in the kitchen every time he went home during the winter and summer vacations, and the way he wanted to fill the entire suitcase before leaving, Meng Lang couldn't help showing a warm smile on his face.

"Move the ancestral grave to Suzhou City?"

Thinking of the joke his father made, he couldn't help laughing out loud again.

"'Xinmeng's mother moved three times'? My mother, what a fucking genius!"

(End of this chapter)